Orwell describes them as, “All people who work with there hands are partly invisible, and the more important the work they do. Going back to the original theme of colonial imperialism, it is as if the inhabitants of Marrakech are nothing more than brown-faced peasants. The character then proceeds to offer the entire pack of cigarettes to the group of Jews as if it was an impossible luxury to them. This image is created with such length of detail that it is hard for one to imagine what they would do it they were exposed to that very same situation. “EvenĪ blind man somewhere at the back of one of the booths heard a rumor of cigarettes and came crawling out, groping the air with his hand” (183.) Something about a blind man so desperate for a cigarette evokes a strong emotion. Visualizing a large number of deprived individuals coming from every dark surrounding alcove and corner feinding for a cigarette. Instantly, from the dark…there was a frenzied rush of Jews, many of them old grandfathers with flowing grey beards” (183.) Alone this is striking. “I was just passing the coppersmiths’ booths when somebody noticed that I was lighting a cigarette. Who is anyone to judge or put down for burial processes in another culture? It Is in western culture that a death along with the burial process is correlated with mourning and certain guidelines to burial. Touching upon the opening sentence once again, “As the corpse went past the flies left the restaurant table and rushed after it, but they came back a few minutes later” (180.) This puts disgust not only in the mind of the reader but also The ones carrying the corpse should truly be disgusted with the fact that they are indeed carrying a fly infested corpse, but it is us the reader that visualizes this scene and correlates it with disgust. Something that needs to be touched upon is the use of sensory information, which gives authority and simulates imagination. As well as materialistic snobbery in the way that these people of Marrakech will never have what the storyteller had: cigarettes, enough bread to spare for a gazelle, and a small handful of change given to an elderly woman. Hope in the way that Marrakech is doomed with poverty and racial inequality, careless remorse in relation to being a witness to all of the poverty and backwardness of the land, with no intent of trying to fix it.
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